"I wonder what orders Father has for me. There aren't enough Orks for me to kill." Russ had not even had time to clean the green Ork blood off his armor.
The Space Wolves' ships were all fitted with air-circulation devices developed by the Adeptus Mechanicus that could kill Ork spores. Russ did not want Orks running rampant aboard his ships; once this stuff took hold, it became troublesome.
As long as Orks appeared on a planet, if they were not dealt with properly, more would keep sprouting from every corner in the future, endlessly plaguing the ruler.
The Orks, a Xenos race spread across the entire Milky Way, differed from other races. What they pursued was simple: happiness—or rather, the happiness brought by war.
Unlike other races, which loathed war, the very purpose of the Orks' existence was war. War was the greatest source of their joy. An Ork could go three days without eating, but absolutely not three days without fighting.
The genes of war had long run wild through their blood.
This strange green-skinned species possessed traits of both animals and plants. They could eat to replenish their energy, and when supplies were scarce, they could also rely on photosynthesis to maintain the minimum energy needed to survive.
Mission: Seize the Ork Empire's War Moon Warp Technology. Intelligence update: The Ork Empire spans the entire Wheel of Fire Sector. The Orks encountered by the Space Wolves are merely the outer forces of the Ork Empire. Requirement: Fast, fast, fast!! Support: Ferrus, Custodes, Doom Council! Detailed intelligence: Ork War Moons... Additional information: Korax, Primarch of the 19th Legion, has been found.
Russ's expression as he looked at the information sent by the War Council—or perhaps by his old man—changed more dramatically than a Sichuan opera face-changing